So, last night was weird. Scary weird.
I was in the car, keeping an eye out on an ambush, when suddenly something thumped against the door.
( and all hell broke loose )
So there's a Lovejoy of magical artifacts running around now? I hope he's not too friendly with Ethan Rayne--as we say here in Texas, I wouldn't buy a ranch from Mr. Rayne without walking every inch of the property and checking the deed history back to when God made it.
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